Hushed Willows Bella Notte

The scramble just made it all the more suspicious, Stark's lips curling for a moment over his teeth as he let out a growl. He wasn't interested in the games - there was no way he'd be able to track him down so easily if he was just passing through. His scent was heavier, and it was a good guess that he had stayed there for a bit. "I am not your 'bud'." Stark grit out, not appreciating the casual demeanor of the other wolf in the slightest. If he had plans to loiter about the pack lands he could do it in the service of the pack - Stark wasn't going to let him take advantage of their kills and any hospitality for free. 

Gwen, by contrast, appropriately submitted, and though it didn't calm him in the slightest it at least made sure he wasn't misdirecting his anger on her. Sure, she'd invited a stranger into their lands with young children around, but, she had the sense to submit. "If you loiter in my lands with my wolves, you must seek to join them," Stark said carefully - the male would have only one chance before Stark chased him from the lands.